A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench…
The Fountain
The following is of the fountain in the entrance of the apartment complex where I live. It’s not particularly a grand fountain. And the pump that keeps it going is rather loud. But it’s worthy of a few pictures.
I am a Christian, a husband, father, and friend, with the calling of an itinerant pastor. I also serve special needs kids in the public schools.
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